OLIVIA POV
As I walk into the club, I've become familiar with over the past few weeks. I can't help but feel that same familiar weird warmth flood throughout my body. Something about this place has me coming back fairly often, I'm not sure why. I've never been one for drinking out, but today of all days I can't shake the feeling deep in my gut that something is going to happen.
I'm not quite sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I frown slightly, as my usual seat at the bar is taken. My eyes shift around the noisy club pumping with over-sexualized music as I look for a quiet corner to sit in and people watch. As creepy as it sounds, it makes me feel the closest to normal as I can get. My eyes stop on a little spot in the far back and I quickly make a beeline for it, knowing that if not myself some group of drunken idiots will probably take the spot.
Once at the booth, I sit down and take my phone from my clutch and see that it's just after ten. I'm usually on my living room sofa, enjoying a glass of wine and a bowl of white cheddar popcorn and watching the news. Always scouring for some type of news involving him.
With a shake of my head, I put away my phone and start my tradition of people watching. Nothing out of the ordinary truly catches my eyes, people are dancing like their lives depend on it and drinking. A figure comes into view, as I'm people watching effectively cutting off my visual watching.
"Look who we have here." I frown as my eyes move up the beefy frame. I sigh in frustration.
"What do you want Chambers?" I hiss, as he stands before me with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Now, Olivia is that any way to talk to a fellow friend?" He cocks an eyebrow and I glare. "I'd of thought you'd be more pleasant towards me, seeming we're such good buddies."
I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. "Like I'd be friends with your fake, dickless, country Eminem wanna be ass."
"So feisty." He licks his lips and I cringe.
"What do you want Chambers? Did Dunk'n Donuts run out of donuts?" I taunt, making a jab at his beefy frame. The guy was always stuffing his face with donuts and coffee.
"Nice." He grunts. "And here I was thinking you'd be cordial but forgive me for forgetting your such a frigid bitch, even Saint Mary wouldn't be able to stand your company."
"If you can't stand it so bad, leave. Dick wad." I say innocently.
"Yeah, like I'd be able to leave you here alone. Why do you always pick this seedy piece of shit to come to?" He says, putting an end to our usual banter. He takes a seat beside me.
"It's not seedy, and besides I want some normal." I state, leaning back against the booth.
"And this is normal?"
"Yes, Billy. It's as close to normal as I could possibly get."
"Right, because being a lamb in the lion's den is normal." He mutters. I tilt my head slightly at him. "Just hope your father doesn't get me for allowing you to come in here."
I scoff. "Allow me?" I scowl. "Like you could control me, I'd drop your ass before you could even try it."
"Liv, you're like one hundred pounds soaking wet." He points out.
"I'll have you know I weight one hundred and ten pounds, you jackass."
"At least you aren't calling me dickless anymore. Which by the way hurt. My dicks huge."
"Did the late night porn chat site whores tell you that?" I raise a brow, and he glares. "Oh! I know, you've been trying some dick enlargement pills and you think they're working?"
"Fuck you, Olivia."
I laugh. "Back to Olivia? Huh?"
He frowns.
"You're just mad I get laid more than you do." He deadpans.
"Yeah, because bragging about being exposed to an STD is so amazing. I'm surprised you haven't caught spotty cobbed dick disease."
"Olivia?"
"Yeah?"
"What the fuck is Spotty Cobbed Dick Disease?"
"The name for your dick."
"Oh. you are such a bitch."
I giggle.
"What the hell are you doing here, Chambers? Pigs aren't allowed in this club." A harsh voice says, I look up and see a tall man, he's got the body of a God and don't let me get started on the face. Fuck, his voice just made me wet my panties.
"Its a public place, Grant." Billy growls.
"It's also my place of business, and your kind isn't allowed here."
"His kind?" I scoff, standing. "Who the fuck died and made you fucking dictator."
"Must be hard of hearing." He says, before turning his gaze on me. His eyes change and I find myself looking into intense blue eyes, that could most likely see deep into my soul. "Er... Sorry, ma'am."
"Oh so the attitudes gone?" I sass.
"I was merely pointing out your friend here wasn't allowed here." He says, licking his lips slightly. My eyes drop to his lips.
"First off he's not my friend, second you could get sued for your prejudice seeming he hasn't done anything to require his removal from your place of business, third You're an asshole. Fourth we don't want to be in your seedy, two dollar whore disease infested club anyway. And Fifth Fuck You!" I Hiss, storming past the asshole.
"Damn, Fitz she told you." A guy to his right says, laughing his ass off.
"I guess she did..." I hear the man-Fitz say.
"Wait, Liv." Billy says, walking beside me. Of course he'd catch up with me, his legs are so fucking long. I swear everyones taller than me, I frown as we leave the club.
"I'm going home." I say, heading to my car.
"That's fine." He says, as if I were checking with him. I know he'll follow me like always. I roll my eyes as I get to my Tesla and climb inside. "I'll see you in the morning, Liv."
"We both know you'll see me way before that." I say, closing the door and putting on my seatbelt.
"Okay, Queen Olivia. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He corrects himself, and I start my car.
So I realize I haven't been
updating my other stories in a long while but I've kind of lost inspiration for writing them.
I'd rather put them on hiatus and work on something new rather than
forge crap that I don't even think is good.
So I'm officially saying Decisions & Secrets and
Cries of Terror, Heart of Gold are on a break.
But until then I started watching Scandal again last week and
I admit I'm still a bit upset with the way the show is but I guess
I'll give it a chance.
Anyway with that being said I wanted to write a story
that wasn't too dramatic and freaking annoying.
So here is Olitz, in pure smutty, lemony goodness appeal.
I plan on giving them a little easier time than what was
given in Decisions & Secrets.
To end this long ass Author's Note that some of you might not give a damn
about, thanks for reading, review what you thought so far
and thanks to everyone who convinced me to come back.
Love to all you amazing people 3 3 3